BY DARREN C. DEMAREE
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WAR COMMENTARY #49
sleep is my favorite color but i am awake all of the time now my bed is a trampoline the sounds outside my window are a trampoline any time i read anything at all not written by Ross Gay that is a trampoline as well i can no longer get comfortable or be comforted and that is fine these are not comfortable times the inelegance welcomes all of us differently i feel like the fight is becoming a boulder racing towards a rock wall how glad i am to be cemented next to you
WAR COMMENTARY #50
i smiled when someone told me we were the thighs of this nation you can smack us but we aren’t going anywhere we are the haunches we thrust we thrust we thrust and when we enter these union streets we can run or dance we’re already charging
WAR COMMENTARY #51
the fuck can be taken it can be given it can be held the fuck is all this is an important question the fuck is you is an important question fuck fuck fuck your orange belly is a chant we can rally behind we have all been fucked before and we are here despite the constant desire of power to fuck us again it’s amazing how quickly the new power forgets how it is to be fucked without desire to be fucked by the slow drawing of laws isn’t pleasant but i cannot imagine the fear the powerful feel right now as they listen to all of this fuck talk masquerading as a song to rally our sore nation against their indiscriminate fuckety fuck fucking of our idealistic leanings which are now much more of an idealistic cry in the shower i imagine the sight of us all in towels wrapped up in our best profanity and parading down the capital streets has them muttering only one word over and over and over again